Transformation: Lawyer Poem by Hans Ostrom
Transformation: Lawyer
When I visit a lawyer, stacks of paper
turn into thunderheads that rain ink
on my fear of litigation. All the clocks
read a quarter past dollar signs.
The attorney is a wizard, albeit
gowned in a tailored suit. She
owns a map to the labyrinth
I am about to enter. She hypnotizes
me with legal mantras, and I
wake up moored to the prisoner's dock.
hans ostrom 2016
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